This man retired from our department before I started here, but he stops by sometimes to chat with the people who used to be his employees. I've only met him a few times, but I've heard he's a piece of crap who has no regard for women.
He came by a little bit ago...he thought that somebody else was working. He was making a little bit of small talk, asking me how I like the job, and then he walks behind the desk and stands next to me. Nobody's allowed behind the counter but cops and dispatchers. He starts looking at our schedule, and turns to me and says "Well...you don't have much longer here, right?" confused, I say "Excuse me?"
He looks me up and down and looks pointedly at my stomach. "Well, you're about to have a baby, aren't you? Not much longer now."
I had a miscarriage a month ago. Not that my pregnancy or loss of pregnancy is any of his business, but I tell him. "No. I'm not pregnant."
"Oh, well I was told that you are." He says this very defensively, like he's arguing with me, and takes another look at my stomach.
"Not anymore."
"Oh. Sorry." He didn't sound sorry at all. "Well, that's a good thing, though."
"No. No, it isn't." Any living thing with eyes could probably tell that I'm very upset at this point. "My baby died, so its not a good thing at all."
He shrugs. SHRUGS. And has this look on his face like he thinks I'm being stupid...same look one might have if they saw somebody being hysterical over a plant dying or something. "Well, maybe not for you, but its good for everybody else. They don't have to deal with your maternity crap now."
He then gives me this look, like I'm supposed to feel sorry for being sooooo selfish. This "You should be ashamed of yourself." look.
He kept trying to talk, and started trying to get me to trash talk my coworkers. I started playing solitaire on the computer and wouldn't look at him...if I had I think I might've started cursing him out and told him to leave.
After a couple of minutes of him saying rude things and me responding with short clipped answers like "I like him." "He's a hard worker." "Good guy." in response to him saying rude things about my officers, he just started mumbling mean stuff about me under his breath and walked out the door, but not before giving me a "go to h311 look."
This is at 1:45 a.m. Almost an hour later I'm still so mad that my heart is pounding. I almost wish I'd told him off and called him every name in the book! This much is for darn sure, if he comes to the door while I'm working ever again I am NOT buzzing him in. I'm just not going to let him into this building. I'll tell him he's trespassing and has no business here, and that he needs to leave. Nobody talks to me like that, and nobody trash talks my cops.
Those people you were calling lazy and stupid and criticizing..they work their butts off and put their lives on the line every single day so that your sorry-a** worthless person can sleep safely at night. How. Dare. You.
I'm not the type of person who generally writes people off, and I'm usually really nice to everybody...but once you cross a certain line with me that's IT. You become an official non-person to me. Lower than dirt.
Ugh, sorry for the rant, guys. I feel a little better already now that I've got that out.